I've met my match (Harry Styles)

Chapter four

I wonder how boys think. I know they have a brain, but how does it work. Because they can't always think about cars and superheroes. They always try to make funny jokes, but they're not funny at all. They're insulting. Or I felt like it was like that. And when I say boys, I mean Harry. He insulted my culture already the first time we met. How can Meg survive being friends with him?

I must have slept with my clothes on, because I woke up because the sun tanned my face. Meg isn't in the room, that makes me a little happy, cause than I can get the bathroom for myself this morning.

I get up and stretch. The floor aren't as cold as the floor at home, that feel good. I grab my new toilet bag and move over to the bathroom in a slow way. I look like a troll. My hair is all messy and tied up in a bun. My rabbit pajamas is on point. I walk into the bathroom and do my normal morning routine.

It feel like to get back to my regular week again. And I do believe that Meg and I can be great friends. She seems so sweet. But her friends confuse me and I didn't like their tattoos at all. Tattooing black roses and quotes on their skin. It's hideous.  

After some minutes I finally leave the bathroom and look through my clothes in the closet. I have a lot of clothes, but decide to use my mother's old dress. It is brown and has a nice bow at the end of it. I put my hair up in a ponytail and look at myself in the mirror one last time before leaving the room.

The hallway is filled with students and it is hard to get out of it. Cause the hall aren't as big as you might imagine. It is filled with boys sneaking into their girlfriend's dorm to wish her a good morning.

Isn't it rules for that?

I suddenly bump into someone and loses all my notebooks all over the hallway. I bend down to pick them up again.

«Look where you are going» a boy says and walks fast down the hall. I turn my head to look after him and I recognize his curly hair. It's Harry. He is probably looking for Meg. Too bad she isn't there. I don't think Meg is like him. Meg is sweet and she's nothing like him at all. But I won't stop them from being friends.

I get up and walk down the hallway again.

My first class is history and I couldn't wait to learn about world wars and presidents. That is my favorite subject of all time. When I enter the classroom the students stares at me. I smile friendly and walk over to my seat. Meg is already sitting there with her books open. If she is going to be in this class I might survive it.

«Hola roommate!» Meg greats when I sit down. I smile and says hi back.

«So history together huh?» she asks after some minutes. I just nod and take up my books. I'm going to like this class a lot. I look at Meg and smile to myself.

Yes, definitely the best.

(Sorry, this was a pretty crappy chapter....sorry for being late....

- Andrea)